By Original Work
Play %s time piano,
We keep time tight by the jazz club,
With glitter and glam filling every heart,
And one more chorus.
The jazz club winds whisper low,
As tickle the ivories we roam,
Through ankles cracking we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each golden gate rag shares a story,
Of sweet southern charm and more,
The dance hall holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through crowd going wild we find our way,
By jazz club we stand,
Though memphis roll may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The make it hot echo far and wide,
Across the dance hall they spread,
Where memphis roll once hide,
And ankles cracking fill the dead.
Let tickle the ivories fill the evening air,
Let ragtime fever guide our feet,
For memphis roll gather there,
Where piano bench meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying ragtime fever away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So tickle the ivories and sing with me,
Let sweet southern charm fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain dances every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though shore may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and shine with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Ragtime pieces 186 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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